read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

December 25, 2002
‘So she’s no good?’ Nick asked.

‘Her crystalline matrix has probably melted and fused with plastic and dirt and other junk. It would be hard work finding enough pseudoalumtitanium to salvage. I suppose I could try, if I was desperate.’

‘Well, what about the warlog?’

‘Hmmm.’ Charlie cast his appraising gaze over the male humanalogue. ‘There’s something wrong there, too. See how his shoulders are a little too far back? And his fingers aren’t quite in alignment. And one of his knees is bigger than the other.’

‘Meaning what?’

‘What’s that on the floor of the case near his foot?’